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Thursday, November 12, 2015

November 1955

'Desilu laughter canned in history's back row' (Empty Diary 1955)

In some other life, she might have watched the
Streader brothers walking across Southwick Green, ferocious in argument,
conspiratorial in intimacy, in a way that she, as an only child, would never
have understood. Or the Parsons brothers for that matter.

She might have been webbed with spidery lines, a
blue-veined cheese, snakeskin coiling up her arm like a long glove above the
claw.